Death! It Is Rest To

Brussels Is A Gay Little City That Lies As Bright Within Its Girdle Of Woodland As Any Butterfly That Rests Upon Moss.

Petty Laws Breed Great Crimes.

It Is Hard Work To Be Good When You Are Very Little And Very Hungry, And Have Many Sticks To Beat You, And No Mother's Lips To Kiss You.

You Know The Ark Of Israel And The Calf Of Belial Were Both Made Of Gold. Religion Has Never Yet Changed The Metal Of Her One Adoration.

There Is Nothing That You May Not Get People To Believe In If You Will Only Tell It Them Loud Enough And Often Enough, Till The Welkin Rings With It.